Bottled Emotion Poem by Rhonda Baker

Poised with jacks firmly in hand
with a feather light touch forming a band
As the piece begins to cool
A fiercer grip, upon the tool
With a simple tap...you start a new phase
It could go smoothly or end in a craze
An image of a piece is seared in your mind
Will it be that, or a different kind?
Now pulling, and shaping, and hanging a piece
Trying to find character and beauty to release
To capture ones emotions, in a simple form
Like the winds of a hurricane storm
A Mosaic of color, some cool some warm
Some mute some stellar
Each one picked to compliment the other
And now jack and paddle to make it just right
And putting it in the oven to cool for the night

This poem was wrote at The Fireworks glass studio, in Williamston MI. There also I have a chalkboard where I put up a new poem each week, for the public to read. Hence, most of my poems are only 8 to 10 sentences long.